Manny's lack of enthusiasm about the sword was not lost on Meche. "Sorry we didn't have an arsenal prepared for your selection," she cracked pointedly. "If you'll just place your order before you vanish into thin air next time, sir, I'll be sure to have it ready for you." That wasn't entirely fair, she knew--disappearing hadn't been his fault, and he had no way of knowing how many zombies Senna had had to plow through to get that sword. Still, it wouldn't kill him to pretend to be grateful.

It looked like he was coming, though, so she decided they might as well head out. They had a long way to go before they even got started with the real work. "Ready to go, then?" she asked both of them, shouldering her spear and starting to move toward the exit.

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